Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Just as she’d thought, after Sean Lockwood’s Primordial Spirit dissipated, the layer of fortune surrounding Jocelyn Grant grew even weaker.

Right then, Jocelyn Grant was crying as she held Sean Lockwood’s body.

"Senior Brother, I’ll take you home."

The moment she finished speaking, Sean Lockwood’s body began to dissipate. A gentle breeze blew, and there was nothing left. This dagger had been forged by The Demonic Sects; when used to kill a Cultivator below the Foundation Establishment Stage, their body would vanish without a trace.

"Celeste Grant, you’re so vicious! You won’t even leave me this final memento."

’Who’s the vicious one here? You were having the time of your life when you killed your man, so how did this become my fault?’

Celeste Grant: "..."

She didn’t know how to express the complicated emotions she was feeling.

Jocelyn Grant was currently immersed in immense grief, acting as if the entire world owed her something.

Watching her beloved dissipate before her eyes, Jocelyn Grant was heartbroken. She reached out, imagining she could feel the presence of her Taoist Companion brush past her fingertips one last time.

"Senior Brother."

Recalling the moment her Senior Brother plunged the dagger into her chest, Jocelyn Grant’s face filled with sorrow. ’Even though he betrayed me first, my feelings for him were always true.’

Thinking of this,

she murmured,

"Senior Brother, I don’t blame you anymore."

He wasn’t wrong.

And neither was I.

It was only that the timing was wrong.

The fault lay with Celeste Grant, whose schemes had forced them to kill one another.

She closed her eyes in anguish.

In Jocelyn Grant’s mind, Sean Lockwood would forever be the man she first met, playing an instrument under the maple tree. She knew he would remain deep in her heart, never to be forgotten.

’Once I get out of here, I’ll focus on my Cultivation. One day, I will have the entire Cultivation World under my heel. I’ll make Celeste Grant kneel before my beloved’s grave and repent. I will repay every humiliation I’ve endured!’

At that thought,

Jocelyn Grant pushed herself up, stumbling to her feet.

She clutched her chest, the dagger still embedded within. She watched her blood fall, drop by drop.

"Can I leave now?"

’My main goal has been achieved, so it doesn’t matter whether Jocelyn Grant lives or dies right now. Seven of her nine Taoist Companions are dead. Just two more to complete the set.’

She was in a good mood.

She waved her hand.

"Go ahead... I’m a person of my word. When I say I’ll let you go, I let you go."

’Celeste Grant, don’t think you’ve won.’

’You just wait.’

Jocelyn Grant turned to leave, but she had barely taken a step before Celeste Grant grabbed her shoulder. "What’s the hurry? First, give my property back."

She held out her hand as she spoke.

Then she pulled the dagger from Jocelyn’s chest.

Blood instantly sprayed out, and Jocelyn Grant cried out, her face turning pale with pain.

Celeste Grant’s voice rang out. "This dagger is a top-grade magic artifact worth several thousand Spirit Stones. I was generous enough to let you two use it, and you thought you could just walk away with it? Dream on."

At that moment, Jocelyn Grant’s composure finally shattered.

"Who gives a damn about your crappy magic artifact! Celeste Grant, you’re insane!"

"I’ve always considered myself to be in a perfectly fine state of mind, but whatever..." Celeste Grant said with a slight smile. "Since your Taoist Companion just died, I won’t bicker with you. What can I say? I’m just a naturally considerate person. You can go. The next time we meet, I will cripple your Cultivation and dig out your Spirit Root."

The talisman Celeste Grant had struck her with wouldn’t wear off for another two days. She couldn’t use her Cultivation at all, not even to fly away on her sword.

Right now, she hated Celeste Grant to the core.

But there was absolutely nothing she could do to her.

’Celeste Grant, you just wait!’

Just as she was staggering into the distance, Celeste Grant appeared before her in the blink of an eye. With a perfectly straight face, she looked at Jocelyn and said, "Jocelyn Grant, we meet again. And I did say that the next time we met, I would cripple your Cultivation and dig out your Spirit Root."

Jocelyn Grant was stunned. In her disbelief, she almost started screaming profanities. "Didn’t you say you’d let me go? You’re going back on your word!"

Celeste Grant looked completely innocent and shook her head slightly. "Who went back on their word? I said I’d let you go, and I did, didn’t I? This counts as the ’next time we meet.’ So, I haven’t broken my promise at all."

When Jocelyn Grant realized what she meant, she was overcome with fury.

"You’re messing with me."

The memory of her Senior Brother stabbing her, the thought of everything she had been through—the anger was uncontrollable. She refused to endure it any longer. This time, Jocelyn Grant was truly going to be ruthless.

"Fine... Just fine. Celeste Grant, if you’re going to push me this far, then we can die together! I’ll drag you down with me!"

She couldn’t use her Cultivation, but she could still use a Forbidden Technique: self-detonating her Nascent Soul. She would abandon this body and escape.

At that moment, her face was a mask of insanity.

"Celeste Grant, go to hell!"

Jocelyn Grant self-detonated her Nascent Soul.

BOOM—

In that same instant.

A hand reached out of the void and grabbed Celeste Grant’s shoulder. The next moment, she was standing beside Javier Sinclair, outside the Barrier.

’Space Power.’

’The Archfiend really is powerful.’

Inside the Barrier, nothing remained but a cloud of ash. The power of a Nascent Soul Stage self-detonation was truly immense.

If not for the Barrier Javier Sinclair had erected, the force of Jocelyn’s self-detonation would have been enough to obliterate the entire South Mountain Mines.

"That was close."

She glanced toward the Barrier and couldn’t help but murmur, "I guess I shouldn’t push people quite so far in the future. I never expected Jocelyn Grant would actually self-detonate her Nascent Soul."

Celeste Grant brought her fingers together in front of her face, closed her eyes, and extended her Divine Sense over the entire South Mountain Mines. She couldn’t detect the slightest fluctuation from Jocelyn Grant’s Primordial Spirit.

"No way... Not even a trace of her Primordial Spirit."

"It couldn’t have completely dissipated. That’s impossible."

’If Jocelyn Grant could die that easily, I wouldn’t have had to go through all the trouble of wearing down her fortune.’

’If she had really died, there would’ve been a ’reset’ by now. Since there hasn’t been one, it means she’s not dead.’

Just as she was puzzling over her inability to sense any trace of her Primordial Spirit, Javier Sinclair held out a small, transparent vial. "I caught this just now."

Seeing what was in his hand,

Celeste Grant’s eyes lit up.

Inside the vial in Javier’s hand was a wisp of a Primordial Spirit. Celeste Grant recognized its aura immediately. It was Jocelyn Grant’s.

She reached out and took it.

Jocelyn Grant’s voice immediately echoed from within the small vial.

"Let me go!"

"Celeste Grant, you bitch! You did this to me! I’ll haunt you even as a ghost!"

Celeste Grant laughed.

"You don’t even have a body anymore, and you’re still running your mouth."

"Curse all you want. I’ll let you."

Celeste Grant held the vial and shook it vigorously.

Jocelyn Grant’s Primordial Spirit was shaken so hard it saw stars and went still.

"You... you just wait."

Celeste Grant stared at the vial in her hand.

Suddenly, a sinister smile spread across her face. "What do you think? What if I refined you into a soul servant, forced to obey my every command for all eternity?"

Humiliation.

Jocelyn Grant had always been proud.

Now, she just felt utterly suffocated and wronged.

She regretted self-detonating.

She had thought self-detonating her Nascent Soul might kill Celeste Grant, and that she could then abandon her body, find a new one, and start her Cultivation anew. She never imagined she would just be caught and stuffed in a vial.

Celeste Grant looked at the vial in her hand.

Since she couldn’t be killed anyway, Celeste Grant had no intention of trying.

She took out a palm-sized wooden doll, performed a spell, and sealed Jocelyn Grant’s Primordial Spirit inside it.

Celeste Grant said, "See how nice I am to you? I even found you a new body. Now I’m really curious how you’re going to find love like this."

With that, she flung the wooden doll toward the horizon.

It shot across the sky like a falling star and vanished from sight.

"I’m so looking forward to our next meeting."